I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red. Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me. Oh fuck. Just one of those fucking days... Thankfully, the impact isn't fatal, but it's far from pretty. I exit my vehicle, ensuring to put my car in park before hopping out, the person from the car in front jumps out at the same time. A tall man begins to storm towards me, his brows furrowed as he takes long strides in my direction. Boy look cute and neat eesi... Why did we have to meet like this? "A buy yuh buy yuh license?" he screams at me with rage. Well, that's not nice. Tek back everything me just seh. "It was clearly an accident, mi did distracted" I tell him, trying to defend myself. Mi shame. The road is active around us, drivers are blowing their horns or peeping their heads through their windows to take in the scene. "Distracted? Aye lady, a who teach yuh fi drive?" he asks, a humorous yet frustrated smirk on his lips. Clearly a blind man.

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

Part 2 of "The Jamaican Underboss". The saga continues... In this second book, hidden truths unravel, old wounds meet their cure, and love finds its flame once more. What was left broken begins to mend, and the shadows that once lingered now reveal their secrets. Conflicts find their resolution, passions are rekindled, and every unanswered question is finally given its voice. Yet...just as peace begins to bloom, a ripple of trouble stirs- reminding them that every love must be tested. And quickly, beneath it all, a truth emerges- one never spoken before: they were not merely chance, but meant to be. This is not just a continuation- it is the awakening, the part where the storm clears, though the winds have not completely died.

A typical Jamaican story; growing up in the ghetto, migration, crime and violence etc. Backstory: Back in the 90s, war broke out between two most powerful, well known drug lords/gangsters. One name Outlaw and the other unknown. Many innocent lives were taken during the ongoing war over the years until Outlaw was killed by the said unknown gangster in 2002. The unknown gangster has been inactive after the death and overthrow of his rival gang until reports have been made since the start of 2018, that the unknown gangster has woken. The death rate increased since then and the style of killing became increasingly gruesome than the 90s. The name of the gangster was revealed by the gangster himself, that his name is 'SkengDon'. Is 'SkengDon' the same gangster who has been renowned for his ruthlessness and brutality in the 90s, and for the overthrow of Outlaw's gang? If yes, why is he now on the rise for blood? Why has he decided over the years, to now return? Or is this person just a copycat? ****** Main Plot: Mackaylia, a young adult who wants better for herself and her family, gets a job at a call center. She picks up that every girl who works at the call center, lusts over a guy, who works there as well, called 'Tae'. She isn't interested in him because he isn't her type. She states, "A deh four eye bwoy deh, dem gyal yah a mad ova?!" Though Mackaylia is somewhat feisty, she is very shy, naive and 'bawly bawly'. Would you believe that the same nerd, 'four eye' guy, Mackaylia falls in love with?? Love is sweet however, there's a price you pay when you're affiliated with Tae.

A 21-year-old midwifery student looking a name for herself, A sense of independence and love will she find love by dating a badman? READ TO FIND OUT!!